Chapter Twenty-Five

The Point In No Return

v

Kakarot crossed the floor and made himself a drink at the bar and, sipped it; he moved to stand next to Vegeta. The Saiyan Prince ignored him and continued to stare out the window. It was an hour after breakfast, and I was in the bathroom getting myself all 'prettied up', I guess one could say. Kakarot supposed he was lucky to be allowed in the Prince's bedchamber at all, if it wasn't for business or to retrieve something for the Prince. He hadn't been sure if he was expected to return, or even should, but Vegeta hadn't said not to. He'd only said not to touch me without him there; a promising statement for a man who was renowned for his almost pathological jealousy.

"Kakarot…"

"Prince Vegeta…"

Kakarot wasn't sure exactly how to broach the subject of our threesome and how long he would be allowed to stay in the Royal suites with the two of us, but the subject wasn't going to go away just because he avoided it. He'd rather know where he stood.

"I was wondering why you're allowing me here… I was still kind of confused on that factor."

Kakarot took a sip of his drink and waited for the reply. Vegeta shifted next to him and it was all Kakarot could do to keep his eyes on the view out the window.

"…because it makes her happy to have both of us with her… for some odd reason, now… Ugh, women…"

Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and turned to face him slightly, with a crooked smile that was there for a moment, but then disappeared again.

"…and because I enjoy watching you fuck her."

Kakarot almost choked on his drink when he took a sip at that moment, but thankfully didn't. He raised an eyebrow and faced the Prince,

"Umm… th-thank you… sir…"

Vegeta nodded with that half-grin forming on his lips. Kakarot became a little more serious for a moment.

"…and when you grow tired of sharing her…?"

Vegeta looked darkly into Kakarot's eyes, and lowly spoke,

"Then, you leave and you don't come back."

Vegeta reached over and took the drink from Kakarot's hands and, raising it to his mouth, drank the entire thing in one gulp. His dark eyes were serious, but Kakarot knew that deep down as long as I wanted him there with them, Vegeta would allow it.

"It really doesn't bother you to have another man with her…?"

Kakarot turned his back on the view and leaned against the window, crossing his arms, watching Vegeta curiously as he rolled the drinking glass between his fingers. Vegeta locked eyes with him and drew a deep breath, for an instant letting his guard down and losing his perpetually angry look.

"Like I said, I enjoyed watching you fuck her… all three times. Any other man would die."

Kakarot exhaled slowly, ignoring the whole 'all three times' part.

"What about Vegito and Gogeta…"

He stared at Kakarot intensely, gritting his teeth slightly.

"That… was just in a fit of anger… in the heat of the moment… I never would've done that otherwise."

He stared at the glass, sighing slightly at the thought, almost like he regretted it. Kakarot believed that he most likely did, but didn't want to continue talking about it. Kakarot, again, exhaled deeply, relieved at the sentence.

"Well, I'm honored."

Vegeta grinned and chuckled slightly. He looked over at the taller Saiyan.

"Well, you should be."

Kakarot chuckled and then relaxed a little more. Kakarot inclined his head, and realized that what Vegeta wasn't saying was that he didn't mind sharing a bed with him either, as that was part of what they did. He doubted whether Vegeta would ever want to fuck him, but they were joined nonetheless through my body. It was probably as close as Vegeta would allow another man to come to him in the bedroom, and Kakarot certainly wasn't going to jeopardize it. He was a little curious, but not to go that far. He would follow instructions and abide by whatever rules Vegeta made in the bedroom, so long as he was allowed to stay with us.

"Vegeta, you and I have known each other for a very long time… I don't want this to change either of us… I know we don't always agree or get along, but…"

He trailed off momentarily before Vegeta spoke up,

"Kakarot, en dounee o sallen, mon birko von fere o fere olon… Mon gee shalti dosen re von zenfoleh shel… maks do to fi… Yi hikedosi rool fone, des yi voll fin gens se…"

Kakarot looked intently at the Prince,

"I love her… but… I don't know how to tell her… I always hurt her and I hate myself each time I do… I'm no different than your father, sometimes I wonder if we were just swapped at birth…"

Kakarot grinned and chuckled slightly, despite the words being slightly hurtful.

"Ei… Ei roove shi… Ei vond shi… Ei… Ei mak to…"

Suddenly, he stopped in a haze of thought. Kakarot had a good idea of what he was going to say, but chose to keep his mouth shut.

"Vegeta… Ei med si Taylor… but I'll never take her from the Prince of all Saiyans… She's your property, as am I in a way…"

Vegeta slightly grinned at Kakarot admitting that fact. Kakarot wasn't sure if he was lying at the moment or not, but he wanted the Prince to trust him for now.

Vegeta watched Kakarot as he went to make himself a second drink, wondering what it was about the younger man that he was able to tolerate when he'd killed so many men for far less. He had some sort of respect for the other Saiyan, maybe it was his years of loyalty, or maybe, he just saw him as the only true friend he ever really had. After all, Kakarot was deceptive, sneaky and had murdered many of his fellow soldiers in cold blood, yet, there was something about him that Vegeta trusted; deep, deep down inside. He could understand why it was that I desired him; he was handsome, strong and loyal. In bed, he was passionate, but was also both playful and serious, gentle and rough and always deferred to both I and Vegeta. He did find Kakarot attractive, to an extent. He liked pleasure a lot, and Kakarot was a curious-to-always-try-new-things kind of guy. Was it weird because he'd always thought that as a strong male who had always believed himself to be straight, that letting another man touch him would diminish him in some way, or was it something else entirely?

Kakarot turned around, his handsome face turned up in a smirk as he saw Vegeta watching him, almost as if the man were eying the other Saiyan up.

"Would you like another drink, you're Royal highness?"

He held up the bottles of alcohol he'd just used to mix himself a drink, and Vegeta shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts; slightly red, making Kakarot laugh in his mind, but simply grinned outside.

"No."

He turned back to the window and looked out over his planet, wondering not for the first time, what would become of the Saiyan race if they should fall. Their race had been at war with so many other empires for far too long… What would happen if his father were to pass? Would he become King? Would he marry me and make me his Queen? Would we… have children?! Vegeta was almost becoming dizzy by how strongly and seriously he was thinking about these kinds of thoughts.

He heard the bathroom door open as did Kakarot and both of them turned in time to see me come in the room, looking beautiful and delicate as I crossed the room and threw myself into a couch. Kakarot still felt… odd… about that night; both of us in a way did. Regret and guilt wasn't something he was familiar with, but that night he knew he'd gone too far and he'd almost lost me; both him and Vegeta. There were limits, he had learned, which he could not push beyond or he would risk losing me forever. He didn't want to lose me, and though he couldn't change the violence of his desire, especially when the moon took its toll on him, he was determined to exercise a little more control when he was with me. Was this love? He didn't think he'd ever love anyone, and he didn't think he loved me, but he needed me and he wanted me. He never even truly loved the mother of his first child, so why me? It was strange, but it wasn't something that he wanted to go away. He wanted it to stay, and to stay forever. I was his, body and soul (at least, in his mind I was). He desired me more than I did for him from Dragon Ball Z! He desired me as he had no one else. He couldn't imagine another woman ever taking my place, and no other ever would! He promised himself that in the back of his mind.

Vegeta moved towards me, feeling adrenaline and arousal rush through his body. I always affected him like that for some reason, no matter what I was doing or what the situation was. As soon as he saw me, his hormones went into overdrive and he wanted to get me on the nearest bed, or bench, or floor… anywhere really. It was ludicrous; the Prince of all Saiyans worried about a common concubine, a common slave… but he was. He worried about me and my wellbeing, my happiness; he didn't want to lose me ever again.

As he came to a stop next to the couch and reached down to gently stroke my hair, pulling the strands slightly, he could sense Kakarot crossing the room and closing in on us. He was as aware of the other man as he was of I; his energy a comforting, thrumming pulse at his back. My weakness made him feel so strong; and having Kakarot alongside of him, another powerful Saiyan male, made me seem all the more powerless and all the more his.

"Come here."

He commanded roughly, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me up to him. I went willingly, and his sensitive hearing could hear my pulse speed up and he also heard the sharp intake of my breath. I stumbled slightly as I got to my feet, half dragged by his hold on my hair, but he used his other hand to catch me and pull my small, soft body to his.

"Vegeta…?"

My eyes were wide as I stared at him, whispering his name questioningly as he pulled my hair tightly and pulled my head back to expose my milky, white throat. I clung to him tightly as he gently kissed my throat, so restrained and careful that his lips barely brushed over my skin, and then he kissed me again, harder, and ran his tongue along my jugular. I gasped and cried out softly as he bit me, lightly and then harder. My legs gave away under me, so I only remained upright because he held me in place. He could smell my desire mixed with my fear, and a faint trembling in my limbs started up as he released my hair and kissed my mouth, his tongue sliding against mine erotically.

Kakarot circled around us and came up behind me, Vegeta opening his eyes to watch him. The other man leaned in down and close, his mouth against the back of my neck, his lips, teeth and tongue all grazing over my tender skin, and although Vegeta couldn't see what he did, I jerked against him and groaned into his mouth. My hands tightened on his shoulders and my breathing became ragged. He broke the kiss at the exact moment Kakarot pulled away, as though it was a choreographed dance they had rehearsed. He carried me to the bed and laid me down, pulling off my boots, stockings and my skirt, while Kakarot unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it off every so slowly. I lay there watching them in my black thong and bra, my eyes heavy lidded with desire and my toes curling as Vegeta trailed a hand along my soft-skinned stomach. Kakarot had crawled on the bed with me, his shirt off, and he held me against him, arms behind my back.

"I… uhh… I…"

My eyes flickered from Vegeta's form to Kakarot's arms around me, and then back to him again, nervously, but excited, too.

"I want you, please…"

I looked at him as I said it, but he knew deep down, in some sort of weird way, that it was aimed at both of us. He waited for the rage to rise in him, but it didn't come. I watched him through azure eyes with twin blue flames of desire burning in their depths. Vegeta let his eyes drift down my form; my dark hair fell softly around my face like wisps of black silk. My lips were red and swollen from his kiss, and he could see his teeth marks on my frail, white throat. I looked perfect in his eyes. His eyes slid lower, mesmerized by the rise and fall of my pale alabaster breasts framed by the black lace of my bra. He took off his armor and let it fall to the floor, and then he took off his training shirt and pants, my eyes feasting on his body as he crawled towards me. He picked up my stockings as he moved, and grinned as an idea occurred to him and he ripped them down the middle.

"Move out of the way, Kakarot. I need you to do something…"

He waited as Kakarot slid away from me, releasing my arms and moving to stand near the top of the bed.

"Take her arms and tie them to the bed."

He ordered as he tossed one of the stocking legs to him. While Kakarot went to work on one of my arms; he then tied the other one to the head board with the other half of the stockings. My eyes were wide as I watched them, but I didn't struggle and the smell of my desire grew stronger to them. He made sure both wrists were tied tightly enough that I couldn't get loose, but not so tight that it would cut off the blood circulation. While Vegeta leaned forward to check the ties, Kakarot got off the bed and finished undressing, making his way back to the bed and staying on the other side of me from Vegeta, as though worried that he'd be thrown out of the room if he got too close to him. He focused on me, who looked incredible tied to the bed, helplessly in nothing more than my underwear.

Vegeta moved between my legs, kissing and biting my inner thighs as his hands clung to my waist to hold me still as I writhed and cried out. He moved up to my stomach, and glanced up my body to see that Kakarot had moved over me, too and was nuzzling my neck while I strained at my bonds, my fingers flexing, my whole body sweating. Vegeta pulled my thong off, letting it trail down my small, but smooth and cute legs as I moaned again as Kakarot tore my bra off, leaving angry red lines on my body from where the material had pulled against me. The larger Saiyan lowered a mouth to my breast and look it in his mouth, rolling his tongue around my nipple and then carefully biting down. I arched my back and cried out, and Vegeta moved between my legs again, already hot and hard and turned on by all my moans of pure pleasure. He lifted and spread my legs, hooking one leg over each shoulder as he positioned himself at my warm welcoming entrance and thrust himself in, slamming the whole hard length of himself into me without hesitation. I groaned in ecstasy as he felt the muscles of my legs tighten as he began to fuck me, his hands holding my waist firmly as he pounded in. He didn't feel like being slow or gentle today, he wanted to bury himself in me as if it were our last fuck.

Kakarot snuggled in close to my side as Vegeta fucked me, one of his arms behind my head, supporting it, so I could look down my body at Vegeta as he took me, the other arm was across my body and his hand was tracing lazy circles on my stomach. His dark head was next to mine, and he was whispering things quietly into my ear, his black eyes burning with desire as he watched me move and cry out under my master. Vegeta began to pound into me harder, the tight warm wetness of my body driving him over the edge as I squirmed and tightened around him, my moans reaching a crescendo as I climaxed with almost desperate cries of pleasure. He felt his own pleasure building as my body shuddered around him, squeezing him rhythmically until he felt the tight band of tension snap inside of him and he groaned as he spilled his seed into me, holding onto my legs tightly as his back arched back. He felt wave after wave of crashing pleasure move through him.

When it passed, he let my legs fall from his shoulder and he slid forward, aware that he was pressed to both I and Kakarot as he found my mouth and kissed me, both of his hands holding my face while he plundered my mouth. He kissed me again and again. For the first time in his life he wanted to make me happy, wanted it for reasons he didn't understand and probably never would.

Beside him, Kakarot untied my wrists, and Vegeta pulled away and moved up the bed to watch, aware that I was still highly aroused and was eager for the other Saiyan to take me as his.

She's such an incredibly sensual woman, so tempting and so beautiful… Why?!

Kakarot lay down on the bed and maneuvered me on top of him, sliding his own engorged member slickly into my body as I straddled him. Vegeta stayed next to me, holding and supporting me as I moved over Kakarot; his hands where Vegeta's had been a few minutes ago, holding my taut waist. I moved like a dancer over Kakarot, swaying and grinding; my body shimmering with sheen layers of sweat and my head thrown back as though the pleasure made it too heavy to hold up. Vegeta could count on one hand the amount of times that I had moved over him like this; his own desire and drive made it hard for him to relinquish control. But now, watching me fuck Kakarot, he wished he had let me do this for him more often. I moved leisurely and delicately, but it was clear that it must have felt incredible, as Kakarot unexpected groaned and his body grew tense and jerked under me. He held me tightly to him as he came, his head thrown back and his body shaking.

Afterwards, we lay together in a tangle of bodies; I lay in between the two men. We didn't talk much, just held each other and rested. Eventually, I sat up and stretched, looking adorable as I yawned and smiled down at the two of them, although it was Vegeta's hand I took and held tightly.

"Well, I think a shower's in order…"

My firm voice left no room for argument and Vegeta knew that I was right. Loathe as he was to leave the warmth of the bed and the pleasure of my body, he knew that I would be safe with Kakarot until he returned from his meeting later. There was no going back now. We had passed the point of no return.

v

I woke up pleasantly sore and was aching in places that let me know I'd had really crazy, awesome sex, and a lot of it. I stretched slowly, savoring the feeling of letting my muscles contract and relax, and then slowly sat up and looked around the room, one hand pushing my tangled and messy hair back from my eyes. It was strange, but I felt very dislocated from reality as I looked around; as though I were stuck in a dream. It was wonderful to wake up and not feel scared. I lay back down for a moment, remembering the last few hours and the incredible experience of having both Kakarot and Vegeta in bed with me; both of their mouths moving over me, both of their hands touching and squeezing and stroking every inch of my body, and both of them taking turns to fuck me; hard and rough and soft and gentle. It had been an amazing experience and one which had been totally unexpected to me for some odd reason. I felt a tension before between us three, but never did I think it would come to be like this; this… this… amazing insanity.

Kakarot still lay on one side of me, napping quietly with one arm tucked behind his head and the other one dangling off the edge of the bed. On the other side of me Vegeta was awake, but was keeping quiet, his black eyes following my movements as I sat up and looked around. He looked dangerous and attractive as he leaned against the headboard, and I had a sneaking suspicion that he'd been sitting there and watching me sleep for a while. I didn't know if the morning had been as good for him as it had been for I, or even Kakarot, but I rather thought it had been. He'd enjoyed holding me down and controlling me while Kakarot had taken me. He'd even seemed to enjoy taking turns to fuck me, taking some sort of perverse pleasure in having both of them use me over and over. I'd seen in his eyes how excited it had made him; as it did for both I and Kakarot as well.

We stared at each other, Vegeta's cold obsidian eyes holding my softer blue gaze as he seemed to search my face for something. I felt a little like a blank canvas as I sat there with him watching me, waiting to see what he would do next and how he would react now that the sex was done and reality was back. He could create what he wanted of me today, I decided, and I would let him. Things felt peaceful and although I still felt the flickering hate burning in me for what he had done, it had been dimmed by the passion we shared, for the first time in a long time, and I no longer felt a pressing need to hurt and punish Vegeta; although, in time, I would find a way to make him pay for hurting me so greatly.

"Feeling better, little weakling?"

He finally asked, sitting up and watching me carefully, as though expecting me to come hysterical again at the slightest provocation. I considered before answering, almost suspicious of the stillness and calmness within me, because it had been so long since I had been without fear, hate and rage. For the first time in weeks, my emotions weren't tossing like an angry violent sea and my thoughts weren't churning frantically inside of my mind. Did I feel better? Yes. I wasn't angry. I wasn't depressed. I wasn't sad. I wasn't scared. I wasn't scared… anymore? I almost felt 'normal' again, whatever that was. I was never normal on Earth, and I certainly wasn't when I first met Vegeta, but, I felt… more normal than I've ever been before. Then again, is anyone truly 'normal'?! There was a peace inside of me that I thought had been lost; it felt as though some sort of balance and serenity had been brought back into my life. It brought me back to life. I was alive again.

"Yes."

I leaned back against the head board next to Vegeta and pulled the cool silk sheet up and around me.

"I feel calm again."

Vegeta nodded slowly, and then spoke again with a careful measured voice,

"I thought I'd broken you."

"Yeah… me, too…"

I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes briefly, wondering how long Vegeta's pragmatic and tolerant mood would last.

"Never do anything like that again… please. I don't care how jealous you start to feel; never have another man rape me… or more than one, ever again!"

"Are you telling me what to do?"

A narrow thread of anger made its way into Vegeta's voice and I smiled at it; so much for his good mood.

"I'm saying that if you ever do anything like that to me again, you'll lose me… for good."

I met his eyes; the calmness in me was like a deep sill pool of water that his anger was helpless to touch.

"I'll find some way to leave you, even if it means killing myself."

I saw the fury in his eyes at my statement, the rabid anger at that I would dare to threaten to leave him or to make demands of him, but I also saw something else in his eyes that I'd never seen before. Under the rage was fear. Funny how I'd never truly seen it before, because it had probably been there for a while (a while being about two months now); he was scared of losing me. It reminded me of the way a child looked when their favorite toy or safety blanket was threatened.

"I'm going to be with you, all the way… unless you do something like that again."

I added, wanting to be clear that I wasn't threatening him so much as stating a fact. Vegeta drew his rage back into him with an effort of will that he'd probably never had to exert before. He was so used to getting his own way, and no one other than myself has ever stood up to him before; I'd always been frightened of what he would do to me if he didn't like what I said, but that never did really stop me. I didn't believe he would do anything too bad, not when he needed me to please him and be in his life.

"No Saiyan women can compare to what you have to offer…"

I remember he told me that I night when he was drifting off to sleep. I never slept that night. I was scared, but happy at the same time. I think that was the closest he ever came to saying, 'I love you'.

"Fine…"

The Saiyan Prince swallowed his pride and smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes and was more of a piranha-like bearing of his teeth.

"I'll let you demand this one thing of me; only this thing. The next time I suspect you of being attracted to another man I'll just kill you instead."

"Fine…"

I echoed him, watching from the corner of my eyes as he struggled with having conceded something to me. His threat of killing me was mostly hollow. He'd gone through Hell just to get me back in his bed, and both of us knew he probably wouldn't kill me, but it was part of the game we both played.

"What time is it?"

I glanced at the windows, realizing that we had spent a large part of the day in bed; I, Kakarot and Vegeta.

"After midday… at least…"

Vegeta got up out of bed and padded towards the bathroom, his muscled body moving like that of a dangerous predator. I stretched again and started looking around for my clothes. Kakarot was enamored of me in a different way to Vegeta, and we had a friendship which I didn't have with the Saiyan Prince. Kakarot never said he loved me, yet, but I was sure that he did and even Vegeta had noticed how intensely Kakarot felt about me.

Vegeta was my 'lover' and my 'master', but Kakarot was something else completely. He was my friend, and I had come to care for him in a way that I suspected might be love, true love; like what I felt for Nathan, which was crazy given that we hadn't known each other that long. I guess it didn't take long for me to find somebody to love! Was that bad? Ugh, whatever. I could see a future with Kakarot, a dark future, full of running and hiding, but more of a future with him then I could see with Vegeta. One day, Vegeta probably would kill me; not because he meant to, but because he would lose his temper or go too far. I was no more than a mere human. He hurt me easily, and he would continue until the day I die. He'd regret it, but his regret would be, again, like that of a child who had broken his favorite toy. His regret would most likely be his falling, and he'd die with a regret-filled heart, killing himself in a sense; tearing him apart from the inside out. It was tragic to think about, but knowing Vegeta, he'd die in battle, like his mother did before him.

I found it funny and somewhat amusing how I was comparing Vegeta to a child so often, when there was nothing child-like about him, aside from a rather selfish streak that was born of always getting his own way, I loved him in a weird, fucked up way; I truly did, but I knew that he would never stop being the man he was. He had been raised to believe that whatever he wanted, he should get. Although if I were honest, he had changed in some ways; the fact that I was sleeping with both him and Kakarot with his permission was nothing short of a miracle. God, having both of them with me had been amazing. It put such an adrenaline rush through my heart. Nathan never would've wanted this, but I suppose that if he had to choose, and had no other option, he'd be okay with it just as long as Kakarot always stayed by my side to hold me and keep me safe and close. The two were different, yet, so alike; similar with Kakarot and Vegeta, but in different ways. Both of them were so much stronger than me. Nathan was too, just not the same way as them. Kakarot and Vegeta were Godly compared to his above-average human strength. They were so powerful and wild in bed; it had pushed all of my buttons, but in an amazing way. Vegeta was more forceful and violent, while Kakarot was just as dangerous, but more controlled (at least when there was no moon to shine blindingly in his face). The last few hours had been incredible and were, no doubt, responsible for the calmness inside of me.

I reached out to touch Kakarot's chest, intending to gently wake him, but when my hand was within a few inches of his skin, his hand snapped up and grabbed my wrist, his eyes opening and mouth curling into a grin when I yelped in fright.

"Sorry."

Kakarot flashed his teeth at me in a grin,

"Did I scare you?"

He sounded anything, but sorry; his black eyes dancing with devilment as he released my hand and sat up, his stomach muscles rippling temptingly as he did so. I swatted him playfully, wondering how long he'd been lying their pretending to sleep, or maybe he was just that sensitive that he'd felt me reaching out for him. Kakarot glanced around, looking from me to the empty spot on the bed where Vegeta had been, to the bathroom door. He inclined his head towards the bathroom and raised his eyes in a query.

"Yeah, he's in there."

I spoke quietly, understanding why Kakarot was being so cautious. It wasn't every day that the Prince of your race lets you enjoy a threesome with his favorite vessel, so he clearly wasn't taking anything for granted.

"Are you alright?"

Kakarot moved closer, the playful light fading from his eyes as concern seeped into them. I nodded and almost self-consciously as he ran a hand across the side of my face, peering at Kakarot through my fringe.

"I'm fine; I really enjoyed myself this morning."

"Of course you did, I was pretty amazing."

Kakarot's smile crept back onto his face, but it looked hollow and when he continued, I realized why.

"…but I was talking about what happened the other day. What I did. Are you okay?"

He raised one of his hands to my face, gently cupping my chin. I felt a ripple in my internal pool of calm as I thought about that night, but the fear and pain I'd endured that night were already distant. I'd managed to bury the horrible experience under what they'd done this morning. Besides which, although I did hold Kakarot responsible in some ways, I knew that it was Vegeta who had orchestrated the whole thing and the blame laid chiefly with him; so many of my problems could be laid at Vegeta's door.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

I nodded a little more surely,

"We're fine, you and me…"

I reached up and covered his hand with my own, wanting to believe that Kakarot would always be like this around me. I could remember how he'd acted when I'd first met him, officially; so shy and cute. He'd been honest with me, and he'd never tried to hurt me intentionally as Vegeta so often had.

The bathroom door opened and we quickly let our hands drop, both of us knowing that Vegeta's tolerance of our relationship was new, untried and conditional on us deferring to him. He came through the doorway and glanced at us as he began pulling his armor on. I hopped out of bed, letting the sheet fall away as I approached Vegeta, I saw him pause and watch me, but I said nothing. I simply winked at him and then passed on by, swinging my hips provocatively and vanished into the bathroom he had vacated. I heard him chuckle at my provocative walk as I closed the door, but he didn't try to follow me. Apparently, we were giving each other some space today and that suited me fine. I needed to wash off the mess that invariably followed our several hours-long marathon of sex, with only brief intermissions every two hours or so for food and water, especially when there were two men involved; two Saiyans. I switched on the shower and hopped under it, soaping and washing every inch of my body and scrubbing my scalp.