So again...I just realized a month had past...so sorry. I'm not gonna promise this time that i'll have the next one out quicker but I will certainly try
--Chapter 25 Jerk-Off
Someone told me once That there's a right and wrong And that punishment Would come to those Who dare to cross the line. But it must not be true For jerkoffs like you. Maybe it takes longer to catch a total asshole But I'm tired of waiting. Maybe it's just bullshit and I should play God And shoot you myself Because I'm tired of waiting
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Flash Back.
Pride was such a hard thing to hold on to and yet it was the only thing he had left. Vegeta looked out across the mile long ship yard, eyes of all shapes and colors had him at their center of attention. Fear that would have normally been present had been replaced with disgust and hatred now that he stood no chance to pose any threat to them.
Chains were tied to his wrists, locking them to the front of his waist and connecting down to his feet. They were Ki draining and the vile venom pumped through his veins making it almost impossible to stand straight. But he managed it clutching his pride for support. It was the only thing that was still Saiyan. Something Frieza had not been able to take… Yet
His mind swayed. The loss of energy from lack of food was taking it's toll. His organs were eating into itself and the pain was nearly unbearable. But still his pride steadied him, he straightened his back and raised his chin stronger.
Radditz was in the audience watching with rage blaring inside his gaze. His tail was flicking with urgency but his feet stayed glued to the floor. A command had been given, and it was one he would not disobey. Nappa was next to him, cursing and pacing. The ones standing around them had given them a twenty foot safety bubble to save their own lives.
The nine year old Prince looked ahead of him unseeing. He had been captured as he knew he would be. A tracker had been shoved inside his skull the moment he first arrived at Frieza's palace. It had been foolish he knew. But he was a child after all. Rebelliousness was a fire that could not be vanquished.
The ramp of the ship untangled and rested on the platform. Vegeta felt Zarbon behind him, smug was an emotion that radiated off of him like a skunk's spray.
With uneasiness he took a step. His chains raddled, the only sound he paid any mind too. His thoughts were empty. His brain was dead. The tracker had caused a five second vibration to his brain stem and nearly drove him to madness. The pain had been never ending for the first few days and then when finally someone came for him, he was able to speak and feel again. Yet that hadn't been a reprieve. Beatings had immediately followed. Bones were broken in several different places, blood soaked his clothing from all the lashes. Because his Saiyan blood healed him so quickly many bones would have to broken again and set right. But he was sure, Frieza wouldn't mind helping with that.
The pathway through the crowd was painful. Each step added a new agony. But he listened to his chains rattle, the sound extra sharp to his sensitive hearing and yet it sounded similar to his mother's humming. It was a sound nearly forgotten after five years. He took each step just to hear her voice again and again and the ache wasn't as great as it had been when he first began his trek down the metal ramp.
It may have been minutes, but it was hours for his little body to finally reach the destination. Frieza laid back relaxed and seemingly friendly in manner as he sat in his floating throne.
He was reluctant to stall. The humming was soothing to the point all of his pain was momentarily forgotten but a hand grasped his shoulder roughly and abruptly the woman's voice cut off.
His eyes focused up upon the lizard.
"Far from home, weren't you? Tell me, was that your attempt to flee from my army?" Vegeta did nothing but blink. Frieza chuckled dryly. "You belong to me, Vegeta. Your body, your mind, and your soul. Escape is not an option unless you kill me."
Emotionless and completely detached, he replied with ease, "Then I'll kill you."
The silence was thick. No one dared to breath as they waited for whatever reaction Frieza had in store.
Laughter had not been what they expected but that's what they received and instantly the thousands of on-lookers forced out laughs no matter how fake they sounded.
"Vegeta, my little prince," He spoke with acid affection. "You strive to reach a goal that does not exist. This legendary savior ideal is a myth. I have lived for a hundred years and not once has your primitive and savage planet produce anything other then what you are. A monkey. An animal that must be controlled. An animal that must bow to their master. That's all I ask, prince. Bow to me."
"I will not."
Gasps and outraged curses filled the deck as they watched on.
Yet Frieza only smirked, gazing at the Saiyan with feigned interest in his red gaze. He waited patiently for the vile words of his army to quiet before taking any action. With a snap of his fingers, Zarbon kicked in Vegeta's knee, faltering the young Sayian down to kneel before the Universal Lord.
Vegeta panted from the pain but lifted his black eyes. "Forcing me to kneel is much too easy."
"You are right. But it serves it's purpose for now. I will have you kneel to me yet, Vegeta." Frieza directed his hover cart closer, leaning down in order to whisper softly, "Life could have been much easier for you, young Prince. Now nothing will be until you learn your place." He spat violently, filled with a sickening rage that lived within him. Frieza straightened nearly instantly. "Bring him to the south tower."
Radditz jumped to the air and as if following command Nappa flung himself after him.
Frieza was less then amused. "Bring them as well. They will see what type of prince rules them."
--end
Vegeta snapped open his eyes with a deep intake of breath only to find Bulma's bright blue eyes shining into his. Her hand rested upon his cheek, her thumb stroking his sweat covered skin. His eyes darted this way and that, wide in momentary panic. Finding nothing similar to his memory he rested his sight back on her blue gaze. He breathed through his nose a sigh of relief and closed his eyes again, relaxing considerably.
"A flashback…they aren't getting any better…if anything, they've been getting worse."
"It's to be expected."
"I guess. Do you want to talk about it?" She analyzed his features. His eyes stayed shut making no inclination that he heard her. "I decided on a medication for you." Aggravation quickly sat him up. "Vegeta." He stopped after he swung his legs over the side of the bed. It wasn't her that made him stop. His body was shaking too terribly and too uncontrolled for him to move any further. "Try it. If it doesn't work…"
"I am Saiyan, woman, my blood will react differently."
"I know. I've taken that into account. I had my medical team find out some things. It's not a hundred percent that no bad effects will happen but I think we can start here and work our way in."
"What will they do?"
"If they work correctly…take away your dreams…your flashbacks.."
"My memories."
"Your pain."
Vegeta lowered his head in his hands, wondering what life could possible be like for him if Frieza no longer invaded every thought. If his rape victims no longer screamed in revenge. And if his murders no longer cried in agony. It was something he could never imagine. "fine." He sighed out.
He felt Bulma stand from the bed. Her feet padding against the wood floor going to the balcony doors and opening them. The sun was barely rising and cast long reds and pinks in the cloudless sky. But the air was chilling and came in like a quick tide assaulting him with it's harsh cold. He hitched his ki looking over at her. She wrapped her arms around herself seemingly loving the feeling of ice wind. "Let's be even. I betrayed you…You betrayed me…Let's be even." She turned to him.
"Does it work that way?" He wondered lightly.
She shrugged. "Let's make it work. I don't want to fight."
That's when it was made obvious, Vegeta noted. That something was distracting her. Something she was keeping secret.
He would allow her her space. As long as she gives him information soon.
Vegeta straightened his spine and smirked, "Like you would win anyway."
She turned with a giggle and a half smile. "I could kick your butt." Bulma walked up to him and he leaned back as she took her stance between his legs. Her hands grasped his cheeks, wiping the sweat that was still present. "Was it that bad, you can't tell me?" He signed and closed his eyes, nodding just barely into her hands.
The beginning of that particular flashback wasn't what was so traumatizing. It was what it led up to in the fearsome south tower that made him weak in front of his mate's eyes.
"You're not scheduled for the doctor's until late tonight but do you want me to call?" He shook his head, "You sure?"
"Enough." He growled suddenly pushing her back and standing quickly, striding to his dresser to put on his usual spandex outfit. It was worse enough already that she witnessed his pathetic display but then to treat him as a child instead of a man was too much.
Then her delicate hand was on his back stalling him from dressing and he quickly plunged his ki to nothing feeling the sharp air that surrounded the room now. He straighten, stiff and unsure what she was doing. His body still shook and he could feel sweat role down his spine and chest. Neasua was almost overpowering and growled in his stomach.
He closed his eyes when her lips pressed down upon his skin. She giggled when his skin wiggled beneath her. He knew she was clueless that it was the dream that made him shake and he would not tell her different. His flashback had left him more 'needy' then he desired ever to be but it was something he could no longer control. Bulma was here to help and if he learned anything so far with the doctor visits is she doesn't care how weak or pathetic he may be.
Vegeta however kept himself from pursing any touches. He was positive he wouldn't be able to perform well with the memories so close to the present and if that event was to occur he was bound to make the strained relationship between them even worse.
She pressed herself against his back, wrapping her arms around him and spreading her hands wide upon his pecks. Her fingertips traced the outline of his muscle, slowly gliding down along every bump of his abs till she rested her fingers upon the top of his boxers, waiting it seemed as she picked at the fabric, teasing him.
She smiled against him, "Your heart's going crazy, Saiyan." One of her fingers dipped in between the elastic and his skin.
The pants he had been holding dropped so he could fist his hands at his side. The distant thoughts of failing at performance were slowly drifting. He was reacting to her more so then he thought he would. Maybe it was the four days of celibacy that made him weak or it was her bountiful breasts pressed up against his back as she kissed and nibbled at his shoulder, getting all to close to the scar she had made upon his neck. Either way he was giving in.
Her hand flattened against his stomach and slid down into his boxers grabbing his
"Mama!" Bra squealed from behind the closed door.
Vegeta's fist slammed on the dresser in front of him and it split apart crashing in pieces to the ground, throwing clothes all about the room.
Bulma, more angry at the interruption then at Vegeta, took her frustration out on his actions. "Was that really necessary! You just have to break every freaking bit of furniture we have don't you!"
Vegeta grabbed his clothes off the floor and slammed the door to the bathroom.
Bulma sighed with aggravation glaring at his exit.
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Bulma waited impatiently as the elevator climbed the forty floors of the Medical Bay Research Development Facility. Her heart was pounding with suppressed rage she needed to release.
Vegeta had been unfriendly the remainder of the morning. What a childish way to react. It's not like Bra has never interrupted them before, Bulma snorted. Yet with a little cajoling, Bra finds something entertaining to do for fifteen minutes and they're allowed enough time to do whatever they wanted to do.
He had not wanted to continue. The door had been locked and he gave her no reply when she asked him to come out.
Her eyes lowered to the floor. What kind of flashback had it been? Had he remembered a time he raped some woman? Or was it when he himself had been raped? Or could it been a time when he had brutally murdered someone? Or had it been when he himself had been beaten beyond recognition?
It was scary to realize that the possibility of tragedies were endless. It was also very painful to know she had been unable to fix it.
She hadn't been stupid this morning. She knew he was shaking because of his flashback and that his heart was beating so quickly because of it too. But he had gradually started to let go of the nightmare. Now she wondered if it was going to follow him around all day.
The ding of the elevator alerted her that she had finally arrived. Her back straightened and she righted her facial features into the cold bitch everyone knew her to be.
Making her exit, she strutted with attitude across the tiled floor. Everyone faltered, even a few glass beakers shattered across the ground, echoing in the silence. It wouldn't normally be like this. She usually announced her visits and the only time she didn't was when she was about to fire someone.
Finding the female's office, Bulma knocked on the side wall, alerting the woman she had company. Epeon spun around with quick alertness shining in her large green eyes. Bulma knew how beautiful this woman was and how smart, which had Bulma contemplate the necessary need to fire her. But because the woman had hit on Vegeta not once, but twice, her outrage was too far wide to be kept hidden.
"Mrs. Briefs." Epeon stated quite shocked before she stood, "What a pleasant surprise, how may I help you?" She smiled stepping up to the older woman.
Bulma gave a false pleasant smile before giggling, "You're fired." With that, the owner of Capsule Corps turned on her heal and began to walk away only to be stopped by the shirking female that chased after her.
"On what cause!?" She hollered.
And the curtains had just been raised. Bulma turned to the woman, already feeling the eyes of everyone in the room. "For failing to meet the requirements of two important projects these past two months."
"I have completed every single one given!"
"No, you didn't." Bulma's eyes flashed pulling a file from her briefcase, tossing it to the angered woman. "Check project LCG and F2H. Each uncompleted resulting in a mass of failed funding all on behalf of your incompetence."
Epeon quickly scanned over the information, eyes widening as she flicked them back up to Bulma, "This is a fake." She stated with venom spewing from her lips.
Bulma laughed mockingly, "No it's not. That's what I was given." She replied sweetly. Bulma leaned in slowly, "Never mess with me." Bulma plucked the information out of her hand, stuffing it back into her briefcase and turning on her heal. After taking a few steps, Bulma stalled, "Oh." She spun around once again and strutted back. The smile now vanished from her face, "And if you ever come near my husband again, I will see to it that you never, EVER work on this planet again anywhere. Well, except maybe a strip joint." Bulma smiled pleasantly, twisting around and heading for the elevator.
"You are a bitch, Briefs!" Epeon shouted. "You don't deserve to have a man like Vegeta. He's too good of a fuck for you. I at least can give him what he needs."
Bulma stalled, indicating that she was listening though, she knew better then to believe any of the words Epeon said. She trusted her husband over anyone.
Epeon smirked, knowing that what she had voiced had caught the woman off guard. "I bet Vegeta didn't tell you about us. I told him that he was married and that we shouldn't be doing it but damn, he seemed so desperate. He told me that he hadn't had a descent fuck in years. So how could I deny him? I mean, why would he want a selfish old used up bitch like you when he could have anything he wanted with me?" She placed a hand on her hip, proud of her accomplishment.
The audience gasped and whispered among themselves.
Bulma flicked her eyes to each side, glancing at the ton of onlookers. She took in a deep breath and gently set down her briefcase. She ran her hands down her skirt calmly. She turned around, ignoring all the eyes that were on them. She swayed up to the smirking woman, a smile of her own on her lips.
Next thing anyone knew, Bulma punched Epeon right across the cheek sending the woman flying off her feet and smashing to the floor with a sharp cry.
Watching Epeon lean up on her elbow as she held her paining cheek, blood pouring from her nose and dripping from her mouth with tears swelled in the woman's eyes, Bulma wore a smug expression as she leaned down, "My husband did tell me everything that went on. So stop living in your fantasy world and just face it, Vegeta picked me over you. As it will always be. He doesn't need a ten-cent whore when he can get everything he wants plus much more at home with his wife and kids. Now," Bulma straightened with a nice welcoming smile, "If you don't get off my property in ten minutes, I will have you arrested for trespassing. Good day." Bulma once against headed for the elevator.
Epeon pulled herself up to her feet, "I'm going to sue your ass off, Briefs! Assault and battery! Everyone in here seen it!"
Bulma stepped in the elevator holding the doors and poked her head out, "Did anyone see anything today?" They were all quick to shake their heads. "Good, Bonuses for everyone." Bulma winked to the female allowing the doors to slide shut, smiling only brighter as she heard the curses Epeon cried fade.
Once the doors were tightly sealed Bulma dropped the tote bag and quickly gripped her hand, whimpering at the pain that was throbbing her knuckles "Owe!" She whimpered, leaning against the wall, cradling her hand. "That is going to leave some mark." She looked down at it. Blood seeped through her skin at the top of her knuckles. She pressed the button for the second floor, sighing when the doors opened. She went through the medical facility finding her top doctor resting comfortably at his desk as he reviewed some documents, "Hello, Od."
He was short, stout and bald with the widest smile Bulma had ever seen. His brown eyes lifted "Hi, Mrs. Briefs. How may I help you? Young Mr. Briefs doing well?"
"Yes, very well, walking only with a slight limp but sure to be gone tomorrow."
"I am still amazed by the healing process of those Saiyans. Any human would have died ten times over with what happened to the young man."
"Me too, Od. You did get your bonus right?"
The old male smiled with a small chuckle, "Sure did." He beamed. "Have you come to allow me to do a scan?"
Her smile faltered and her eyes darted around making sure no one was near, "I told you not to mention that."
"And I told you to come to my office in the city."
Bulma stomped her foot in aggravation, "I will when I have time, damn it. Now shut up about it." Bulma held up her hand with her palm facing herself. "Could you wrap this up?"
Shock present on the male's features, "What happened, miss?" Od got to his feet quickly to take a closer look at her hand, guiding her over to a work bench.
"Promise you won't tell?"
"Certainly."
"I punch Ms. Epeon Hinild."
Knowing exactly who she was talking about, Od laughed lightly before smirking, "I'm sure she had it coming. Let's get this stitched up."
"Oh, um one more thing." Bulma stepped over to the side wall where a phone was rested, picking up the receiver and hitting one button getting the secretary, "Send up security to level five. I just fired someone." Knowing that whenever Bulma fired someone, it usually always got out of hand, the secretary laughed.
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Vegeta paced agitatedly on the balcony, constantly looking toward the sky. The sun was setting causing light pinks, reds, and purples to mesh together creating colors only the gods of heaven could possibly design. The sky was cloudy in the north, the air smelling of water and feeling humid, alerting Vegeta that there was to be a storm tonight. And from the looks of the dark clouds it was going to be a bad one.
Trunks was supposed to be home hours ago, but Vegeta also knew the boy had plans with the female so he figured he won't be until back seven, usually the time of dinner. Well it is 7:03 at the moment and the kid still wasn't home! Vegeta had half the mind to beat the shit out of the child when he returned. But he didn't know how to accomplish that beating without actually having to touch Trunks.
Vegeta tightened his arms over his chest, knowing that his thoughts were irrational. Training with Trunks was a necessary father and son interaction. Some day soon he needed to get over it and let the past be the past.
That little saying, so easy to say and so easy to pretend to do. But utterly impossible to live by.
Bulma had been upset with him this morning for leaving. She thought it was Bra's interruption that made him hide but the reality was his thoughts had gotten to him. He stood in that shower for over an hour remembering the aftermath of the south tower. Nine-years old, clueless to sexual arousal. The touch of his tail only caused comfort and gave reassurance.
He remembered standing in the spray of boiling water in his private living quarters. His skin frying under the steam. His mind numb and his body filled with violent disgust. But there had been nothing in his stomach to expel anymore and yet nausea still hadn't weakened any.
Vegeta snapped his head to the sky, seeing the speck that was his son. Relief fastened over his body and he relaxed considerable. He had no desire to relive his thoughts from this morning.
Aggravation for himself quickly filled him but as he watched his son in the distance, he focused his frustration out on the kid. Vegeta growled, wishing to have his tail so it could flick back and forth in agitation to relieve some of it. His arms crossed over his chest, finger tapping in high annoyance. It drove him even more up the wall that the kid was doing circles and loops as he flew a bit slow for Vegeta's patience. A slow smirk crept on his features however. The boy was now a man. It was amazing to know that. Vegeta couldn't describe it. Maybe it was pride that he felt knowing that his son had reached manhood. But he didn't have much time to think of it as Trunks dropped down on the balcony, causing Vegeta's smirk to drop down into a frown, "You're late."
"Yeah, I am." He grinned before barely limping into the open doors of the house. Vegeta followed expecting his son to go into the kitchen but instead he plopped down on the couch and grabbed for the remote. Knitting his brows, the older Saiyan stepped in the front of the TV getting innocent blue eyes to gaze up at him, "Problem, Dad?"
"The woman won't be home for awhile. You are in charge of food."
Lavender brows knitted, "Who said?"
"I did." Vegeta ground back. What, did losing his virginity sudden make him stupid?
"I'm not hungry." Trunks said carelessly as he stretched his neck to get a glance at the TV behind his father.
"I do not care. Get in there boy."
"Why can't you make it?"
Ok, now the boy was being disrespectful. And that, Vegeta wouldn't have in a son. The pure blood started to have second thoughts on allowing the kid to get laid, as humans call it.
It wasn't like Vegeta couldn't make his own food. As said prior, he learned how to put things in the microwave and press a button. Or order a meal from the refrigerator, which he had done but only got a message back saying that they were all out of pre-made meals. Making something from ingredients, that was the only thing the Saiyan had no idea of how to do.
"You are forgetting your place, Boy. Did fucking that female misplace some of your brain cells?"
Blush crept to the kid's cheeks but he only grinned before getting up with the help of the couch, "Nope, but it might of added some." Trunks hobbled over to the kitchen, "What do you want to eat?"
After explaining what he wanted, Vegeta set himself down in his seat, watching with his grown heir stagger across the kitchen, grabbing raw meat, milk, egg, fruits, rice, and other sorts of food and placing them on the bar island in the middle of the kitchen. He was humming to himself as he chopped the foods up, placing them on several pans before shoving them into the oven. Sighing happily, Trunks turned around to go to his seat, only to cringe as the sudden movement caused a sharp pain to vibrate through his nerves. He leaned against the bar, panting heavily for a few seconds, swallowing hard. A smile quickly reappeared as if nothing weird just happened, he took his seat across the table from his father. "It'll take five minutes to cook."
Vegeta always thought it slight strange for a warrior like Trunks to be able to cook the most delicious meals he himself had ever tasted. He didn't know where the kid got it from. The only thing he could cook was what he hunted. And the woman¼well, the woman couldn't even cook popcorn. When Trunks was just five years old, when he wasn't training, he was with his grandmother cooking. That's whom he had to have gotten from. It's the only explanation.
After staring at his offspring for a few moments, watching the child fidget under his gaze, Vegeta stood himself up only to kneel down before Trunks. "Give me your leg." Vegeta ordered.
His lavender brows knit as Trunks stared down at his father from an awkward position, "Dad?" He questioned.
"Give me your leg, boy" The glare the child received made all reluctant thoughts fly, quickly shoving his leg in his father's direction only to have him push it away and scowl, "Your bad one." He annoyingly spat.
Trunks whispered an apology, shifting in his seat to direct his leg to his father. Vegeta grabbed the appendage, placing the booted foot on his knee and rolled up the pant leg to his thigh. Trunks obviously became slightly nervous, not understanding what he was doing or why.
"This will take a moment." Vegeta stated, setting his hands upon the child's knee, gently massaging the area with ki.
Trunks instantly relaxed at the heated kneading of his painful knee. He leaned his head back on the back of his seat, sighing out. It was better not to question his father's actions hence the reason he didn't. Trunks didn't know what the man was trying to do, maybe this was another Saiyan way of apologizing but he highly doubted it. But then again, his father always did do weird things. "Hey, dad?" Vegeta grunted in response. "How come I don't have any hair? Like, anywhere?"
Vegeta chuckled, "Why do you ask such a stupid question?" He wondered amusingly. He slowly moved his rubbing fingers to the back of the child's knee.
"Well--" Trunks flinched as a sudden pain jabbed him and he snapped his head up protectively. Vegeta's eyes went to the side in a muted apology before he straightened and continued his minstrations. Trunks intensely watched his father's fingers as if making sure the man didn't do whatever he did again. "Well, I know humans do. Males and females alike. But I don't. Anywhere. Is that the same with all Saiyans?"
"The smallest fraction of a second could get you killed in battle. Our race's genes had purged body hair from our blood for that reason. All though if you command your body, you will get it." Vegeta rolled his son's pant leg back down before standing up. The lavender-haired boy was about to question what exactly his father meant about commanding the body to grow hair but those thoughts were replaced by the voice of Vegeta. "Get up." He ordered, Trunks immediately obeyed, "Walk around."
With an awkward brow, Trunks did as he was told, expecting aching in his leg only to receive none. After checking it, bending and turning, Trunks grinned at his father, "What did you do?" He asked while checking out his leg, loving the movement he had in both of the them.
"You need to learn how to do that boy. It is in your blood." Vegeta carelessly replied as he set himself down again.
"You healed me?"
"No. Saiyans do not have the power to heal. But we can use our ki to soothe bruises, burns, and broken limps without the discomfort."
"But isn't that bad? I mean, if you have a broken bone but can't feel it don't you make it worse by using it?" Trunks pointed out before walking normally, happily, over to the oven and pulling out several trays.
"That is besides the point." Vegeta shot back. "In order to fight you cannot be slowed by pain. Weather you have serious injuries or not."
Trunks spread the food out on the table and once he sat down, both began to cram as much food as possible down their throats, however, they were amazingly able to eat like gentlemen.
Trunks set his fork down first, glancing up at his father who was taking a large gulp of his water. "Dad?" Vegeta grunted in response before stuffing his mouth full of food, "Can I talk to you?"
After swallowing, "About?"
Lavender hair covered the boy's eyes as his head fell toward his lap, blush spreading to his cheeks. "Something¼" He answered a bit shyly.
Vegeta rolled his eyes but dropped his fork on the empty plate, taking a big sip of his drink before crossing his arms over his chest. "Mating, I take it?" They were finally having 'the talk'. At least the boy brought it up and not embarrassingly him. Vegeta dreaded having this conversation but Trunks needed to know some things about Saiyan instinct when it came to mating so it was inevitable. He would not allow the boy to grow older without simple knowledge like he had to do. It was hard enough coupling with a different species no need to add to it when one doesn't even know how their own race does it.
"Is that what Saiyans call it?" The pure-blood nodded. "Oh. Well, then yeah. But." Trunks was quick to allow release from this conversation, "If you don't want to talk to me about it it's ok, I can ask mom or Kakarot or someone."
"No. I am the purest of Saiyan blood, you should hear it from me. Besides, Kakarot probably is as much human as his sickening mate." Trunks chuckled. "What do you want to know?" Vegeta mentally sighed. He really didn't know if he could explain it having no one explaining it to him when he was of age. But he would try his best to answer his son completely, hoping by the end of this conversation, there will be no need for further embarrassing discussions.
"Well, I just wanted to say that sedative really worked. I didn't burn or hurt her. It was a bit strong."
"That was a sedative used for a pure-blood heat. I should have known it would be and reduced the amount."
"It still worked. But, now that I umm¼you know¼mated. I won't need it again right?"
Vegeta contemplated this question as he stared at his half-breed. He didn't really know but saying that was very much well against his pride. So he would have to take the round about route and pretend that he knew what he was talking about. "If you do not take a female an entire year or more, you might need to use it. But if it is constant then more then likely you won't. Just learn to control your strength. If you go into heat that is another story but the human blood in you calms your heats that should have started when you were ten. Telling me that you do not have heats or if you do, you do not notice it as much as a pure blood."
"I don't understand your term of 'heat'. Like a cat or dog or something?"
"I do not know about those animals. Your mother can explain that to you. Any thing else?"
"Yeah. A few things. The nub where my tail used to be." Trunks stopped at the sound of his father's chuckles.
"That is normal, boy. Your tail was a very sensitive part of you. Only weakness of a Saiyan if careless. It is not unlikely for one's mate to 'touch' there to excite." Vegeta smirked at his son's blush.
Trunks chewed his lip as he tried to formulate a correct way to say this without sounding stupid. "How or why do I purr?"
"It's in your genes. It can be controlled if you work at it."
Now more comfortable with asking his father his questions, Trunks leaned forward, wanting to get all the information possible as any normal genius would. "During the actually¼performance¼I wanted to bite her. Why?"
Vegeta's eyes widened at that admission, blinking in quite shock. The boy was so young and yet he already desired a mate? Was that possible? Saiyans never took mates until well into their human age of forty. But then, he himself had wanted Bulma for his own when he was only twenty-one. He would need to ask the woman about this new problem. "Don't. Anywhere. Not until your mother agrees."
"Agrees to what? What does it mean?"
"In Saiyan culture, to take a mate officially as in your human marriages, instead of a ring that could be lost or simple taken off, Saiyans keep a partner for life. And in doing so, they leave their mark, by biting, on the neck. Your instinct tells you to bite the female. In another words, you want her as your mate."
"What?" Trunks stalled, his eyes wide as he thought about it. "My mate¼" He whispered. "Aren't I a bit young for that?"
"Yes. But it might be your human genes that provoke such feeling."
Trunks nodded in acceptance, reminding himself to keep his teeth far from her neck. "Dad¼." so much hesitation, his face beat red, a smirked rose on his father's face. "Have you ever¼." the blue eyes dropped from connection, "lost it before?"
"Lost what before?"
He glanced up, "Lost it before they did?"
Vegeta corked an eyebrow thoroughly confused at what the child meant. It had to do with sex that was obvious so let's do the connections. His black eyes dilated in realization, his own cheeks beaming red. Vegeta shifted in his seat suddenly uncomfortable. He willed himself to run out but the blue skies kept him at bay. Clearing his throat, he shifted again. "When I was a child."
"Child? How old were you when you¼"
"As a pure-blood my heat hit when I was ten of your human years."
"Ten?!" Vegeta lightly smirked at his surprise. "You were all¼ developed by then?"
He chuckled, "Not fully. But enough."
"Well¼how was your first time?"
Vegeta shook his head, taking hold of his plates and rising, "No, boy. No." He turned back to see his son laugh.
"That bad, huh?"
The Saiyan Prince chuckled, his smirk trying to twitch on his lips. "I tamed your mother, didn't I?"
"Eww, Dad! Why you got to go and give me mental pictures!" Trunks ran from the holding his eyes in his hands.
Vegeta crossed his arms, smug and proud.