[Monster Inside] - Chapter 26
The Shift

11.9.2011

updated 9.1.2012

Leaving the arena was a blur to Callas. The Saiyans poured onto the field to get a closer look at her. Bardock and Brolly rushed out to fend them off. No one did anything aggressive, but the massive overwhelming numbers around her put her on edge. She scanned the faces, mostly all males, though more females than she expected. Pale skin, tan skin, olive skin with all ranges of spiky hair, brown to black; rarely a lighter color than sugary brown. Brolly pushed through the crowd a few paces while Bardock had hold of Callas's forearms and guided her. She wondered why they did not just fly away. Instead they brought her back into the underground stone hallways away from the arena. No one followed them there.

Callas's body was humming with stolen energy. She felt drugged and high, her movements almost sluggish, and yet quick, precise at the same time. Everything she saw was painfully clear, almost too bright and bold in color, and every little edge was razor sharp in focus. Her limbs were so light she thought she might jump through the ceiling with each step. She had never felt so powerful.

It was definitely addicting.

Definitely, she thought as she glanced up at Bardock, his hand still on her forearm, guiding her along carefully and strongly, but without force. She could see, almost taste, the energy emanating off of him. Why had she never seen this before? It was hypnotizing, calling to her. She could easily access that tiny little bridge between their skin and pull it through her arm, inside of her. Pump it through her veins like blood and feed it to the rest of her body. Oh, ecstasy, she thought to herself. Oh, how corny...

She shook herself out of it. She needed to be alert. What would come next? But looking ahead of her she saw Brolly and the energy pouring off of him was like an orgasm waiting to happen. Surely he did not need all of that energy. Just how powerful was he? She reached forward, watching her fingertips approach him. So close... just a little bit... just...

"What are you doing?" Bardock hissed and snapped her back.

Callas felt dazed and smiled sheepishly as Brolly glanced back. His gaze left them quickly when he saw nothing out of the ordinary and they continued walking as if nothing happened. They could not see all of the energy surrounding her though. She wanted to be alone with it, to revel in it. Oh, but if she could have discovered this ability of hers earlier!

Their destination was the most elaborate room she had seen in this arena, and even considering that it was sparse. There were nice chairs, in which Royal bottoms were currently seated, a dark wood table, rugs on the floor, and tapestries on the wall. The Prince and King were waiting for their arrival and when the three of them entered and approached them, Callas stared at the energies pouring from the Royal Saiyans. It was rich and exotic. She could not wait to taste Prince Vegeta's.

Brolly and Bardock bowed to their knees immediately and Callas remained standing in a stupor. Bardock snatched her wrist and pulled her down. She crumpled to the floor and bowed her head low.

The King stood and walked over to them. "You may rise."

The two Saiyans did so and Callas marveled at the energy coming from the King's boots. So close to touch. She blinked and tried to push back this amazing feeling of soaring; she had a feeling they would not understand. She needed to appear more normal. Hopefully they were assuming she was still spent from the match. She finally focused her mind and pushed herself off the ground, planting her feet firmly and looking up to meet the King's gaze, something that would not normally have been acceptable.

The earth was shifting, however. She could almost feel her place among this society, this planet, changing.

King Vegeta lifted the corner of his lip up in a cold smile and spoke softly, "You have the look of new blood on your hands. Battle fever—blood fever. How many true battles have you fought before, back on your home planet?"

Callas let her eyes drift to the Prince. He was watching her intently. It was easy to reach forward and tug that little tendril that held his emotions. He was curious; he was on the edge with sexual desire; he was pleased and proud; and most of all he was impatient. She smiled just slightly and answered, "I fought with G—Kakarrot on Chikyuu to defend the planet from those who would harm it. At Kakarrot's behest we never killed anyone." After a pause, she continued, "But I wanted to."

The shock in the room was palpable to her. Bardock's was the strongest. She opened herself up like a flower in bloom and sucked in all the tendrils so she could feed on and feel what was going on around her.

I feel so powerful.

The King gave her a strange look, then smirked. "So you were twisted before my son got ahold of you. That's good to know." He chuckled. "The good thing here is that we have satisfied everyone. You killed your attackers, my son apparently got his punishment for you, and the people were able to see that you are a warrior and you will fight under the command of Clan Vegeta, the Royal House." He walked back and forth as he talked, eying her up and down. When he got closer, Callas lifted her chin as she always wanted to do. She felt strong with all of this energy, more confident.

Killing those that harmed her definitely helped. She smiled coldly at this thought. Brolly had been right. She felt fear no more.

King Vegeta put his gloved fingers against her neck and trailed down as he studied her. She looked at his arm then back up at him, giving him a hateful glare. He cackled and said, "You are definitely fiesty. I'm glad you managed to pull out of your depression." At her confused expression he nodded at Brolly and said, "Brolly informed me that you were moping for several days."

Callas cut her eyes to the side towards Brolly but only saw a blur out of her peripheral vision before she looked back up at the King and said, "Majesty, please remove your hand. I am your son's." She was having a hard time not stealing his energy. She knew it would get her in big trouble if she could not control it.

The King let out another cackle and stepped back, taking his hand from where it had been traveling to her waist. He turned and looked at his son who was seething at the whole situation. "You are too attached to your slave, son, but at least she is useful in more ways than just in bed." He took his seat again and cocked his head to look at Callas and Bardock. "We will be planning the best way to surprise attack Frieza and his men. You will be participating in this part of the battle. If we win, we win the war. If we lose, there will be no more Saiyans."

Bardock nodded. Callas watched the King. She felt the deep sorrow for his people and underlying hatred that she assumed was towards the Ice Lizards. It was enough to put her muscles on edge, ready for another battle.

"You will be sent out into many battles before that time to both get you accustomed to a war scene and to see if you will survive one," the King continued. "You may take her away now." He waved his hand dismissively.

Prince Vegeta stalked forward, seeming relieved to finally be done, and spoke quietly to Bardock. "Back to her room, now."

Bardock nodded and guided Callas away. Callas looked back at the Prince. She had been so close to his energy. She felt herself fading... the energy from Kress and Eracur fading, she mentally corrected. The sharpness, the bold, bright feeling of living was fading. The coursing power... she wanted it again. She wanted him.

A part of her thought how she could drain him completely and be able to leave this horrid planet. But a larger part of her realized that she could never leave this. She was too deep into everything here. She actually cared about the war, about some of the people, about saving them and being a type of hero. And now she felt she might truly be able to help them with this new ability.

She even cared about the Monster Prince. That frightened her the most.

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In only a matter of hours, Prince Vegeta came to her bed. Bardock silently left as they exchanged feral growls, bites, and physical pleasure. The Monster Prince seemed completely re-enamored with Callas, as if watching her fight was an aphrodisiac. It had certainly been one for her. They went at it several times in the course of a few hours during the darkest red outside, nightfall on Vegetsei holding them close. Neither of them said much to the other, merely enjoying the carnal knowledge of each other's bodies.

Callas was much rougher than she had ever been with him physically, though the tendril of his life energy that was so clearly open from his skin touching hers, she suckled tenderly and gently. She feared that a rougher treatment of the open path might actually harm him, which he would notice. And if he noticed, she might be killed.

Vegeta's snarls and grunts of pleasure through the night were all she needed to know that despite her ever-so-light stealing of energy, he was thoroughly enjoying himself. His tail kept firmly coiled around her wrists and legs each time one or the other was moving over the top.

Finally, when the blood orange of First Sun leaked through the sky, the Prince collapsed next to her on the plush satin sheets, damp with sweat and wetness. His tail was curled possessively around her thigh, which made Callas smile.

"I am glad to have pleased you, my prince," she breathed. He snorted in response. "I am still angry with you for what you did to my sister, though." She slid her body over to lay alongside him, draping a leg and arm over his naked skin.

"I should care about this, why? You needed to be punished," he growled, putting his arms behind his head and closing his eyes with a scowl.

"I guess you don't care."

"No, I don't," he quipped. "I will admit that I was impressed by your fight yesterday. I did not think you would be so successful."

"I have been training," she said more arrogantly than she felt. The pleasure high was fading and the previous day's events were setting in slowly but surely. "And they deserved to die."

Vegeta craned his neck to look at her. "You sound so hateful when you speak of those two." He smirked. "Good. You act more like a Saiyan now. It will serve you well in battle."

"And in your bed," she remarked.

"Only my bed," he said. She knew what he meant though he did not say it. She was just a whore.

"Oh, and I had such high hopes to be the Queen of all Saiyans one day," Callas said with sarcasm, letting herself scoff darkly. Then again, maybe she did. She had no idea what she was going to do after the war. But setting her sights that high was stupid, even if she did somehow manage to become a war hero, which was laughable in and of itself.

There was no response from him and she heard his breathing deepen. He had actually fallen asleep before she did. It was not a common occurrence. She settled in against him, thinking that despite all of the horrible things that had been happening to and around her lately, she was probably the happiest she could get in this life. Closing her eyes to sleep, her last thoughts were about how helpful it would be if she really were a Saiyan.